Fantasy Simulator

"No need."

Song Qi shook his head and said decisively, "It's just an accident."

"Keep going."

He looked at Chen Heng and said so.

On the path of the monks, nothing was smooth sailing.

The rise of which real monk did not go through hardships and obstacles on the way, and there were all kinds of dangers?

On the road of cultivation, how many people fought to death for a little spiritual stone, fought to the death for a little thing, and almost gave their lives?

Compared with these, what they encountered at the moment was nothing at all.

Don't say that the danger has not yet appeared at this moment, even if the danger has appeared, he will not frown.

Moreover, the relics they are facing at the moment, the things they have are much more precious than ordinary spiritual things.

Just those spirit grasses they just harvested, if they were released to the outside world, it would be enough to cause a bloody storm and make many people break their heads.

And in this place, these things are nothing, far from the big ones.

Under this rare opportunity, if he retreated and left, Song Qi himself would not be able to forgive himself.

Moreover, judging from the situation in the previous life, there is no major danger in this place.

At least in his previous life, he hadn't heard of it.

"it is good."

Listening to Song Qi's reply, Chen Heng also nodded and had no opinion.

He didn't know what Song Qi knew or was reluctant to leave the ruins behind.

But no matter which, he is not going to say anything.

After making a decision, they move on.

Slowly, they walked to an empty place.

In front, a long sword is placed there.

After countless years, this place looks extremely old and shabby, but now this place is an exception.

The long swords were not stained with the traces of time at all, and they still looked extraordinarily bright, reflecting a faint light in front of Chen Heng's eyes, which was extraordinarily extraordinary.

At a glance, you can tell that these are rare weapons.

"It's all made of fine gold."

Chen Heng glanced at it, and then the thought flashed through his mind.

Fine gold, this is the name of a unique material in this world, and it is a good short-term material.

The blade forged with pure gold will be extremely sharp, and it is the weapon that the warrior desires.

This thing is invaluable, and it's hard to see a little outside, but it seems to be everywhere in this place, and it's not worth much at all.

So much so that Chen Heng's eyes were shaken.

I just don't know why, after coming to this place, his previous feeling of being peeped was aggravated again.

It seems that in the dark, there is something invisible and intangible, secretly peeping at him.

Standing in place, feeling this feeling, Chen Heng turned to look at Song Qi beside him.

At this moment, Song Qi was standing in front of the weapon rack and was looking at a golden sword seriously. He looked so devoted and serious, he didn't even notice it.

Looking at his appearance, Chen Heng shook his head secretly, just about to speak to remind.

No matter what, he is at the same time with the other party after all, and the two share common interests to some extent.

Under this premise, he is also willing to remind the other party so that the other party will not suffer a big loss.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he was suddenly stunned and felt something unusual.

An inexplicable feeling emerged from my heart.

Standing in place, Chen Heng turned around and subconsciously looked not far away.

There, a long silver sword hangs there.

Compared with the other weapons around, this silver long sword is very inconspicuous, it doesn't look special, and it even has some dust, which makes it look a bit worn.

Compared with those weapons made of pure gold, it seems very simple and insufficient.

But at this moment, Chen Heng was attracted by this long sword.

For some reason, he always felt that there seemed to be something special on this long sword, which made him unable to help looking at this long sword.

And when he stared at this long sword, the feeling of being peeped before was also deepening, which made Chen Heng's heart move.

Feeling this feeling, he secretly frowned, then stepped forward and slowly walked to the long sword.

Standing in front of the long sword, he hesitated for a while, then he reached out and slowly grasped the silver long sword.

A feeling like electric stimulation surged from the palm of my hand.

When Chen Heng held the long sword, he clearly felt that a warm current emerged in his body, followed by a huge message, ancient knowledge.

In a trance, he seemed to see the scene of countless long swords waving and slashing all at once, like a natural disaster.

The sky was dark, the ground shattered, and even the mountain peaks were cut off and gradually fell.

A silver-white long sword rippled in all directions, connecting everything.

"This is!"

The next moment, Chen Heng snapped back to his senses, barely able to react.

"Don't be nervous." A voice suddenly sounded in Chen Heng's mind.

Chen Heng's body suddenly froze.

A huge power is emerging.

At this moment, he clearly felt that in the silver-white long sword in his hand, there was a huge awakening of consciousness, which seemed to be in harmony with his spirit.

Hook Lian, talking to him.

"Who are you?"

Feeling this feeling, Chen Heng quickly calmed down and meditated in his heart.

In the end, he is a transmigrator, and he has read many novels in his previous life, and his ability to accept this kind of scene is much stronger than that of the normal natives of this world.

"It's good to be able to stabilize so quickly."

In my mind, the voice continued to come, with some admiration in the voice.

"As you can see, I am the sword spirit of this sword, and also the previous owner of this sword."

"Sword Spirit?"

Chen Heng frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Everything in this world, mountains, rivers and plants, everything has a spirit."

In his mind, the voice calling himself Sword Spirit continued to sound: "And as long as you have enough spirituality, you can awaken your own spirit."

"The spirit of the sword is naturally the spirit of the sword..."

"Sword Spirit..."

Chen Heng understood.

According to this so-called sword spirit, the so-called sword spirit is that the sword itself has awakened its self-consciousness, so it is called the sword spirit.

This is fresh.

Although it has been simulated several times, and I have seen many aliens other than human beings, it is the first time that Chen Heng is like a sword that turns into a spirit.

Really long experience.

"Since it is a sword spirit, why is it the previous owner of this sword?"

Chen Heng frowned and continued to speak.

"That's a long story."

The self-proclaimed Sword Spirit sighed, and then said, "I wasn't a Sword Spirit at first, but I died in the end, and I had to turn myself into a Sword Spirit."

"I said so, do you understand?"

"Can it still be like this?"

Chen Heng was a little surprised, but he didn't care about this issue either.

At this moment, he is concerned only with one question.

"What do you want to do?"